Acting like she desperately wants to stay married, as if she's got a screw loose!
Gu Chenyan handed over the printed divorce agreement. Mochu took it without a word, graciously accepting it.
His gaze flickered with a slight surprise, but he masked it so well it was momentary.
Zhao Heng trembled, tugging at Mochu's clothes and warning in a lowered voice, "Don't just sign anything carelessly, or you might get sold out."
"Uncle Zhao, rest assured, the divorce has already been approved by my grandfather," Gu Chenyan glanced at Zhao Heng and mocked with a curl of his lip.
I knew Zhao Heng wouldn't compromise easily, still wanting to persuade Mochu.
However, Mochu was different from her father—her thought process was clearly much simpler, which meant I wouldn't need to expend much effort to deal with her.
"How could the old Gu master have agreed so easily?" Zhao Heng's face was embarrassed, but inside he was dying of vexation.
